The European Championship - or whatever it is *actually* called..
They say you should do something that scares you once a day... Well tonight - I did.
Dave (my flatmate) and Emma (his girlfriend) were at home when I got in from work - they suggested that I go into Kingston with them and watch the Liverpool - Milan game with them.
I accepted; figured that it was better than sitting at home. This was only the second game I had ever watched in a pub...
Now I am not the worlds greatest football fan; I see it as 20 overpaid individuals running around a prepared field trying to get a spherical object into a net past two other overpaid individuals...
But having said that Liverpool were of use to me as a six / seven year old - I quickly learnt that there were two camps at Belah - one that loved Manchester United and one that loved Liverpool... I learnt who was in which and learnt how to give the right answers... It saved my skin on a number of occasions since the two parties did not mix...
Well it saved my skin until the parties did mix...
But I enjoyed it; having a few drinks - watching men with their testosterone fuelled "Liverpool" rants... Watching with humour as people walked out during half term thinking it was all over... Laughing over my bet that Liverpool would go down five - nil; knowing that the Universe would piss me off by allowing Liverpool to win... It is the joys of the Jess constant... If you understand how it works at least qualitatively if not quantitatively - you can - at least until the Universe realises that you know - use it to your advantage on things that do not directly affect you to get your desired aim...
The universe should have figured out by now that I know - it is playing with me... But I know that it is... Queue infinite loop...
Watching the girls - some of which were quite nice being there and enjoying it to bond with their guys and really not enjoying it...
I did get caught up in the penalty shoot out... I was pleased to see Liverpool win; mostly because their captain is from Liverpool...
I can actually say and show those that will be the fruit of my loins - tonight - the night that Liverpool beat Milan after an historic fight back that I was sat drinking Magners cider in O'Neill's in Kingston...
Auspicious - perhaps not... But I was there; I saw it and well it scared me...
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